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Damn. She's doing it again.

Tenoh Haruka began to sweat.

Damn tease.

"Michi, can we take a breather?"

No answer.

"Michiru… " I groaned. She continued her bumping and grinding against me. We are dancing in one of the more popular clubs. The atmosphere here is hot. My tie hung limply around my drenched collar. The crowd jostled us back and forth. Sweaty bodies mingled. The lights and sweat made me blink. Girls showing more skin than clothes. Leering male gazes. Anyone could feel the sexual excitement radiating from the crowd. Sleeves rolled up, I felt more harassed than a puppy during petting hours. I had to refrain from growling at wandering eyes.

Unfortunately, it seems things are still heating up, thanks to my friend.

Whoa, down boy.

I tried to tell Mr. Heart to slow down. Her arms snaked their way around my neck and lightly raked my scalp.

'Damn, at this rate, I'll be enjoying a cold shower later when we get back home,' I told myself ruefully.

I could smell her heady essence as she continued to dance against me. Her shimmering aqua hair tickled my neck. Her deep blue eyes currently closed. How can I resist her?

"Loosen up Ruka"

She was tilting her head at me coyly, giving me this unbelievably sexy look.

I gulped mentally.

"Need any help?" she whispered into my ear huskily as she tiptoed. Laughing slightly, she leaned back, using my neck as leverage. Oh, I am the envy of every guy in the room. She was grinning at me now. I could feel a blush spreading across my face. My eyes were locked on to her movements.

How the hell am I supposed to answer that?

"Don't be shy." she commanded. "Move your butt."

"Relax, love... I was just warming up." I grinned.

I slicked back my blond hair, damp from my efforts on the dance floor. She placed my hands on her hips as we started up. I could feel the movements of her pelvis under her newest slinky shiny thingy, which I had the pleasure of seeing her in first. I began to move in accordance to her. She raised an eyebrow, "Not bad…" as I began to respond to her movements. I was mesmerized by how shiny and soft her lips look. We were interrupted by the crowd's cheer as a new song started pounding. A fast one it seems.

"Come on!" Michiru continued her dancing with renewed vigor. Dancing even closer than before. I could feel her hot breath on my collarbone.

" Michi " I berated uselessly.

She was obviously enjoying my situation as she continued to grind herself against me. Again, I caught a whiff of her cologne as we move together.

"Ara, you look bothered Ruka-chan."

Her eyes were sparkling. There she goes again. Drawing out the A, rolling the R around her tongue and drawling out the last letter like that. How many people can say Ara so sexily?

It should be a crime. I huffed internally to myself, helpless to look away.

"Quit teasing me Michi-chan."

"It's not hard to be affected by all the women here," She nodded, her head taking in our surroundings. I glanced all around us. I have to admit there were sexy women everywhere. Some of them practically having getting down and dirty right on the dance floor. I looked back at my Michi and she was waiting for my response.

I wasn't surprised.

In case your wondering, Michiru and I have been best friends since we were kids. We've each other and almost everything about each other that it's scary. I swear that woman can read my mind sometimes. Of course she knows about me being female. You can't be a man if you're lacking in the lower department. And of course, she knows about my preferences of bed partners.

Yeah. You've guessed it. I am also attracted to my lifelong best friend. And yes, she turns me on. Hell, she has for a long time. I mean, how can anyone not be? Look at that toned body, gorgeous legs, and long lean legs that go on forever.

Shit. Make that a VERY cold shower.

"Look at THOSE two."

I smacked myself mentally and looked in the direction she turned her head. There were two women dancing together, and they were hot. They were both accommodating each other in their dance, and it was pretty obvious that they were together. They looked like they knew what each other were thinking. Both of them wore different outfits. Different, though revealing nonetheless. One of the women seemed to have noticed me, and not long after, her partner. The woman in the lavender skirt gave me a grin and I didn't hesitate to return it, accompanied by a wink.

"Let's get some drinks," Michiru pulled my attention from them abruptly by grabbing my right hand and pulling me to the bar. "I'm bushed."

I raised one eyebrow in question. Since when did she get tired before midnight? I felt a sudden rush of concern.

"Are you all right?" The music blared. "What?! I can't hear you!"

Her lips moved. "Do you want to leave?"

She put one finger to her lips. I was mesmerized.

Keep your head out of the gutter! I gave myself a mental kick.

We went upstairs. On the way, Michiru didn't notice that she turned people's heads, males and females alike, as we went by. My grip on her hand tightened. I sat Michiru down on one of the couches and sat next to her, my hand around her waist possessively.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing… I was just tired."

Concern and suspicion arose in my mind. She hardly ever gets tired from dancing. I swallowed the hurt I felt because she didn't want to confide in me.

"Come, I'll take you home."

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

Part of me was overjoyed. I get to see her longer. But the other part of me was getting worried. Although she sleeps over at my apartment quite often, its partly because she felt lonely or needed comforting.

"Of course. Let's go."

We got into my Toyota S800 sports coupe and I snuck a peek at her. What caused her to react like this?

She plopped onto her favorite couch, the navy blue one. I knew she didn't want to talk about it, whatever it was. I won't force her. I just settled for holding her hand comfortingly, but still noticed that tingle that happens every time I touch her.

"Let's get some rest," she nodded.

I changed in to a pair of pajamas, a present from her. She had changed into one of my dress shirts. I tucked her in to my silk sheets, also a present from her. Looks like it is the couch again.

"Night." I turned to leave. I resisted planting a kiss on those furrowed brows.

She grabbed my hand.

"Sleep with me?" she looked pleadingly into my eyes. How can I deny her?

I gave in and placed a small kiss on her forehead and lay down next to her, trying to keep a distance yet trying to get closer at the same time. Just to comfort her.

Who am I trying to convince?

Just when I thought my will power won, she curled herself into me and buried her face at my neck. I could feel her breath warming my skin. She snuggled some more and I gave in, wrapping one arm around her waist, another on her back.

No way in hell am I going to sleep now.

She felt warm, her curves molding into my body. I pulled the sheets tighter around us and I felt her shift, one of her thighs slipped comfortably between mine. I held my breath.

God-dammit! Breath Haruka breath...

And so, I continued this mantra until I fell asleep with exhaustion.

To be continued..

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